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“How Sweet to Reflect on The Joy’s that Await Me”

I have been bummed lately, nothing to cook, nothing to can, nothing of the life that I used to have that made life, life. It was all part of everyday life for me.

For right now it is just existing, waiting for better things to come. which they will, in the coming weeks and months. It is just a waiting game right now. In other words Perseverance in the face of Adversity.

However this morning I thought of one of my favorite songs from the Harmonia Sacra hymnal, from my Old Order days. To this day still love minor songs and acapella music in four part harmony.

I am going to try to find a video recording of this on the net so that you can hear the music as well.

My earphones were not working at this time, this is a Harmonia Sacra site, I am hoping that you can listen to the music click at the top of the page to listen. Eden of Love

The words were written by W. C. Tillou

The Harmonia Sacra, published by Joseph Funk, who established the first Mennonite printing business in America.  Joseph Funk 1778 – 1862

If you click on the picture below you will be taken to the site of the Mountain Anthems, a wonderful Acapella Singing Group, from Grantsville, Maryland. While I have never heard them sing from the Harmonia Sacra, (would sound great) you will love their voices.





How sweet to reflect on the joys that await me
In yon blissful region, the haven of rest,
Where glorified spirits with welcome shall greet me,
And lead me to mansions prepared for the blest;
Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded,
My happiness perfect, my mind’s sky unclouded,
I’ll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded,
And range with delight through the Eden of love.

While angelic legions, with harps tuned celestial,
Harmoniously join in the concert of praise,
The saints, as they flock from the regions terrestrial,
In loud hallelujah their voices will raise;
Then songs to the Lamb shall re-echo through heaven,
My soul will respond, to Immanuel be given
All glory, all honor, all might and dominion,
Who brought us, through grace to the Eden of love.

Then hail, blessed state! hail, ye songsters of glory!
Ye harpers of bliss, soon I’ll meet you above,
And join your full choir in rehearsing the story,
Salvation from sorrow through Jesus’s love.
Though prisoned in earth, yet by anticipation
Already my soul feels a sweet prelibation
Of joys that await me when freed from probation
My heart’s now in heaven the Eden of love.